I almost wish he would go back to his loving, jerk self, this is almost too much to handle. He’s being nice, it does put me on edge a little bit because it’s hard to trust that someone has good intentions towards me. With a small head shake to get rid of those thoughts, I hesitantly place my hand in his and it doesn’t go unnoticed but he doesn’t say a word. The moment the hot water hits my back, I’m gone. Completely gone. My body gradually starts to relax, my head falling back under the spray as it soaks my hair. A sigh of bliss escapes my parted lips as hot water seeps into my skin and I didn’t even realize my eyes slid shut until Dalton coughs in the open stall doorway. Peeking through slitted eyes, I gaze at him as he just stands there. His eyes travel unhurriedly over my body, like he has all the time in the world as he looks me up and down before finally looking into my eyes with hunger burning in his gaze. My breath catches in the back of my throat at the way he’s looking at me. He sees all my scars on display, each tattoo trying to cover a part of my past and he’s already dived into a part of myself that I keep hidden. He knows almost everything that has happened to me but still, his gaze could set this whole bathroom on fire from the burning desire in his violet eyes.
“You are the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Do you know how much I want you? It’s pure torture looking at you, needing to touch you and lose myself inside you. You're the only thing holding me together right now, Tillie. I need to make this right, tell me how and I’ll do whatever you ask.” His voice goes rough, deeper.
A man like Dalton, his big muscles and charming white smile can get him anything he wants. He knows this and has used it to his advantage. I’ve seen it firsthand the very first day I met him when Mrs. Sullivan was on her knees for him, knowing the risk of getting caught. The risk was worth it.Heis worth it.
I gaze down at his body, seeing his cock incredibly hard and thick. So hard that it almost looks painful. The vein that runs from base to tip throbs as I stare, his monster cock jerks and leaks a pearl of cum from his big, fat mushroom head. I honestly don’t know how that thing fits into my body, but my pussy clenches in need to have it again, sliding roughly in and out of me. I can handle the pain, the stretch as he pushes his huge cock in my tight pussy, hammering into me like he doesn’t plan on ever stopping but the endless pleasure is worth it all.
“Whatever I ask?” I lick my lips and glance up into his eyes as he stares down at me, placing my hand over his pounding heart.
“Anything,” He rasps out, that smile widening on his sexy lips like he can read my mind.
“You’re going to fuck me and fuck me often.” I quickly place my finger over his lips when he starts to open his mouth and his eyes heat. “But you can’t come. Not until I say you're allowed to.”
His eyes widen in shock as I drop my finger from his lips and it takes a lot out of me to not smile. He looks like I just kicked his puppy or stabbed him. I’ve seen his face when he was stabbed and even then his face didn’t look this pale.
“You're serious?” He squeezes his eyes closed and swallows thickly but glances back at me and then down at his dick with a sad expression. “I’m sorry, man, but if this proves to her that we aren’t going anywhere then it’s just you and my hand for now on until we get the green light.”
I’ve never seen a man talk to his penis before like a close friend but that body part is pretty important so I guess it makes sense. He’s in for a rude awakening though. I almost feel bad but not really.
“No.” I shake my head at him and his brows wrinkle in confusion.
“What?” he asks warily, like he’s almost afraid of my answer.
“You don’t get to come, Dalton, even with your own hand. I’m the only one who can take your pleasure. Me. Not Tey, not Nicky, not Logan, and definitely not even yourself.” I’m not sure why my voice comes out husky but it does.
Knowing that only I can give and take away his pleasure sends a thrill through me. It’s something I’ve never had and I really want him to do this. It will prove to me that he does want me enough. Dalton is a man of carnal desire, pleasure, and I’m about to take that away from him.
He scrubs a hand down his face and curses before looking at his cock again with a pained expression. It takes a second, but he finally glances back at me with the most serious face I’ve ever seen on him.
“Whatever it takes. I’ll be in constant pain but you’re fucking worth it.” He doesn’t waste a second more and pulls me into his arms while I rest my head over his hard pec.
“You’re going to suffer terribly,” I mutter against his skin.
“I’m already suffering but trust me, little bitch. Give this a chance. Givemea chance,” he mutters against the top of my head as he rests his cheek there and tightens his hold around me.
“It won’t be easy for me but something tells me you guys are worth it.”
“You want all of us?” he questions slowly and pulls back to look down at me, his eyes wide with disbelief and he shakes his head in wonder as he palms the side of my face.
“Well, my plan was to make you all jealous and fight over me, but I learned that you guys share almost everything. So that plan went down the drain. You all have beautiful cocks even when you're forcing them down my throat. I can’t help but want more.” I shrug and he chuckles before settling his lips softly against mine for a second before groaning as if in pain.
“Why do I have a feeling my punishment isn’t the worst compared to Logan, Nicky, and Tey?” He laughs harder at the smirk forming on my lips and I pretend to zip my mouth closed before throwing away the key.
He shakes his head and reaches around me to grab his body wash, chuckling every few seconds as if the thought of his friends being punished by me is amusing to him. He starts to slide his big hands along my collarbone before moving down lower with another pained groan as he lathers the slippery suds all over my breasts.
“Fuck. You're an evil woman but I like that,” he says as he continues to soap me up without once trying to tempt me with his massive, magic dick.
This might work but then again, maybe I’m punishing myself too.
Only time will tell.
Dalton
“Did you hear me, Prez?” The sound of Tank’s voice brings me out from the brink of drowning in my grief.
It’s been three days. Three days since I found out my old man was murdered. That the girl I want to keep by my side was brutally raped by the Demon Jokers, herFatherthrew her to the wolves. And now I’m sitting in my dad’s chair at the head of the table with a new patch over my vest that says President. It doesn’t feel real. I keep pressing on the stitches on my stomach to make sure I’m actually awake. It helps but doesn’t at the same time. This isn’t supposed to be my chair for years to come but here I am and planning a war at that. The club trusted Pike with their lives and didn’t hesitate to vote me as their new President before my father’s skin was cold.
I feel like shit, probably look like it too but the church meeting is urgent. Believe me when I wish I could be locked upstairs in my room with Tillie and hide from all my new responsibilities. The wicked don't rest and my brothers in arms are hungry for vengeance.
